Post by Jaice Wilds on Feb 16, 2020 21:23:28 GMT -5
The scene opens on Jaice Wilds, sitting on a boulder of some kind. Around him is a mixture of dust and torn paper, Wilds chuckles maniacally.
Jaice Wilds:
J4$0N!! J4$0N rY4N!! D0 Y0U hE4R mE n0w, Y0U 0VeRzE4L0U$ Pr1cK?!
Another laugh, Wilds motions to the paper about his feet.
Jaice Wilds:
1 g0t Y0Ur R1d1CuL0u$ rE$Tr41n1Ng 0RdEr, *******. 4nD 1 c0uLd C4rE lE$$ 4b0uT 1t, T00!!
1 t0Ld Y0u L4$t WeEk; UnT1l Y0u Gr0W tHe B4lL$ tO f4cE mE, 1 4M g01Ng t0 bE y0uR n1gHtM4rE!! Y0uR fUkK1nG $H4d0W!! $0 $eNd y0Ur p1t1FuL b1TcH 1R4. 0r Y0uR lEg4L tE4m$. 0r Wh4tEvEr $eCuR1tY dEt41L y0Ur 4$$ c4N m4N4gE t0 4cQu1rE.
N0tH1nG w1Ll KeEp mE fR0m Be4t1Ng Y0uR uNw0rThY b1tCh 4$$ t0 H1gH uNh0Ly He4VeN. N0tH1nG w1Ll kEEp Me fR0m UnL34$h1Ng ThE fUlL fUrY 0f HeLl up0N y0U… bR4cE y0uR$eLf, *******!!
Wilds spins around, walking off. As the dust settles, one can see etched in the dirt…
Jason Ryan
Jaice Wilds
Liberty Or Death
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The following is a letter addressed to "Breezy" Eli Beazley; intercepted and published to the Alpha Pro Wrestling website.
Hey, Breezy! So, I know last week didn't go exactly as you'd hoped. I mean, your partner spent more time doing what he usually does rather than lending you a hand and giving you a fighting chance. Which really fucking sucks; being that you showed a hell of a lot of heart against… well, mostly ZMac last week. I wanted to test you out m'self, but there's still a lack of fucks given on his end…
But hey. We all got to smack around that loud-mouthed piece of gutter trash Jason Ryan, yeah? So… at least you got a decent consolation prize. And a bonus; because I've developed a respectable working relationship with Ms Ivanova, she listened to me and was kind enough to give us a match this week.
It's not often that I honestly look forward to a match like this. I mean, I've driven my in-ring timeline into the ground; but it's a rare occasion when I get to test someone with your level of potential so early in your career. I usually throw some shit in these letters about "I'm still better than you" or "you don't have it yet..." however, in this case, I'll forego such informalities.
You were robbed last week. Robbed of a potential victory, robbed of a decent tag partner, robbed of the opportunity to show your full potential in the squared circle. And that is something I simply cannot allow to pass. This week, Eli, I'm bringing the best of my abilities to test what it is you bring to the table. And I truly hope you are ready to bring your 110% as well; I am unforgiving when I test the upstarts. But I will say this, my friend. If you bring a war to me from bell to bell, you won't have to leave with a victory to gain my respect.
I'm looking for your heart, Breezy. I'm looking for your iron will. I'm looking to see if you have the capability to keep going, even when your detractors tell you to stop. When your body has nothing left to give, I want to see if your spirit can keep pushing. And if you survive my onslaught; if you manage to take the worst that I have to offer and you will yourself to keep going…
Win or lose, you will have garnered my respect. And with my respect comes a friend who will back you against any foe, and an ally who will go to bat for you with management and anyone else who questions your talent.
Monday is going to be fun, Breezy. I'll see you at Metal. Good luck, brother.
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Jaice looks over to his friend, taking a sip of his bourbon.
Jaice Wilds:
So?
Kalis shakes his head, a slight chuckle. He slaps the restraining order on the table, looking up.
Aaron Simon Kalis:
I mean, you can't jump him at a Meijer. But as far as Metal and pay-per-views are concerned… this thing isn't gonna hold water. I mean, my WORST lawyers are going to ask what you're supposed to do with your livelihood if you can't even go to the ring because he's in the area. He's got shit, and I think this Ira chick knows it.
Jaice Wilds:
Actually, Ira is a dude. Looks a little like Buddy Roman, but with horrible plugs. Kinda want to smack his chubby gut like a bongo drum.
The two men laugh, Kalis putting the restraining order down and picking up another stack of paperwork. He skims the first page or two, raising a brow.
Aaron Simon Kalis:
As far as your friend… Ira is citing the tag as assault; but that's gonna get brushed off by any judge with more than two brain cells. Far as the after-match attack… I mean, you might have pushed a bit there. But I'll have the team look at it, see what we can do. You sure he wouldn't rather just have Alpha's lawyers deal with this?
Wilds shakes his head, swallowing the swig of bourbon he took. He takes a second, looking up.
Jaice Wilds:
While I have full confidence that Irina's team could handle this without an issue, I'm also not trying to irritate her with more petty bullshit from that egomaniacal idiot. Jason Ryan is my mission; anything he pulls is now more ammunition for when his balls finally drop and he accepts my challenge. Eli seems like a good dude. I'd rather our team rips Stevenson apart while Irina still trusts me to deal with his client.
Kalis shrugs, nodding. He raises his glass, the two drink as Kalis pulls his phone out. Wilds chuckles, looking at his own phone as Twitter starts buzzing again…
Jaice Wilds:
J4$0N!! J4$0N rY4N!! D0 Y0U hE4R mE n0w, Y0U 0VeRzE4L0U$ Pr1cK?!
Another laugh, Wilds motions to the paper about his feet.
Jaice Wilds:
1 g0t Y0Ur R1d1CuL0u$ rE$Tr41n1Ng 0RdEr, *******. 4nD 1 c0uLd C4rE lE$$ 4b0uT 1t, T00!!
1 t0Ld Y0u L4$t WeEk; UnT1l Y0u Gr0W tHe B4lL$ tO f4cE mE, 1 4M g01Ng t0 bE y0uR n1gHtM4rE!! Y0uR fUkK1nG $H4d0W!! $0 $eNd y0Ur p1t1FuL b1TcH 1R4. 0r Y0uR lEg4L tE4m$. 0r Wh4tEvEr $eCuR1tY dEt41L y0Ur 4$$ c4N m4N4gE t0 4cQu1rE.
N0tH1nG w1Ll KeEp mE fR0m Be4t1Ng Y0uR uNw0rThY b1tCh 4$$ t0 H1gH uNh0Ly He4VeN. N0tH1nG w1Ll kEEp Me fR0m UnL34$h1Ng ThE fUlL fUrY 0f HeLl up0N y0U… bR4cE y0uR$eLf, *******!!
Wilds spins around, walking off. As the dust settles, one can see etched in the dirt…
Jason Ryan
Jaice Wilds
Liberty Or Death
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The following is a letter addressed to "Breezy" Eli Beazley; intercepted and published to the Alpha Pro Wrestling website.
Hey, Breezy! So, I know last week didn't go exactly as you'd hoped. I mean, your partner spent more time doing what he usually does rather than lending you a hand and giving you a fighting chance. Which really fucking sucks; being that you showed a hell of a lot of heart against… well, mostly ZMac last week. I wanted to test you out m'self, but there's still a lack of fucks given on his end…
But hey. We all got to smack around that loud-mouthed piece of gutter trash Jason Ryan, yeah? So… at least you got a decent consolation prize. And a bonus; because I've developed a respectable working relationship with Ms Ivanova, she listened to me and was kind enough to give us a match this week.
It's not often that I honestly look forward to a match like this. I mean, I've driven my in-ring timeline into the ground; but it's a rare occasion when I get to test someone with your level of potential so early in your career. I usually throw some shit in these letters about "I'm still better than you" or "you don't have it yet..." however, in this case, I'll forego such informalities.
You were robbed last week. Robbed of a potential victory, robbed of a decent tag partner, robbed of the opportunity to show your full potential in the squared circle. And that is something I simply cannot allow to pass. This week, Eli, I'm bringing the best of my abilities to test what it is you bring to the table. And I truly hope you are ready to bring your 110% as well; I am unforgiving when I test the upstarts. But I will say this, my friend. If you bring a war to me from bell to bell, you won't have to leave with a victory to gain my respect.
I'm looking for your heart, Breezy. I'm looking for your iron will. I'm looking to see if you have the capability to keep going, even when your detractors tell you to stop. When your body has nothing left to give, I want to see if your spirit can keep pushing. And if you survive my onslaught; if you manage to take the worst that I have to offer and you will yourself to keep going…
Win or lose, you will have garnered my respect. And with my respect comes a friend who will back you against any foe, and an ally who will go to bat for you with management and anyone else who questions your talent.
Monday is going to be fun, Breezy. I'll see you at Metal. Good luck, brother.
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Jaice looks over to his friend, taking a sip of his bourbon.
Jaice Wilds:
So?
Kalis shakes his head, a slight chuckle. He slaps the restraining order on the table, looking up.
Aaron Simon Kalis:
I mean, you can't jump him at a Meijer. But as far as Metal and pay-per-views are concerned… this thing isn't gonna hold water. I mean, my WORST lawyers are going to ask what you're supposed to do with your livelihood if you can't even go to the ring because he's in the area. He's got shit, and I think this Ira chick knows it.
Jaice Wilds:
Actually, Ira is a dude. Looks a little like Buddy Roman, but with horrible plugs. Kinda want to smack his chubby gut like a bongo drum.
The two men laugh, Kalis putting the restraining order down and picking up another stack of paperwork. He skims the first page or two, raising a brow.
Aaron Simon Kalis:
As far as your friend… Ira is citing the tag as assault; but that's gonna get brushed off by any judge with more than two brain cells. Far as the after-match attack… I mean, you might have pushed a bit there. But I'll have the team look at it, see what we can do. You sure he wouldn't rather just have Alpha's lawyers deal with this?
Wilds shakes his head, swallowing the swig of bourbon he took. He takes a second, looking up.
Jaice Wilds:
While I have full confidence that Irina's team could handle this without an issue, I'm also not trying to irritate her with more petty bullshit from that egomaniacal idiot. Jason Ryan is my mission; anything he pulls is now more ammunition for when his balls finally drop and he accepts my challenge. Eli seems like a good dude. I'd rather our team rips Stevenson apart while Irina still trusts me to deal with his client.
Kalis shrugs, nodding. He raises his glass, the two drink as Kalis pulls his phone out. Wilds chuckles, looking at his own phone as Twitter starts buzzing again…
